National Republican., 1887-12-17
VIA AMERICANA.
Dedicated TO Mount Vernon Auenue. Ute MgheaD
ofthe Nation.

How fondly we dream OF nome lar away,
Its visions oil faded and gone,
When the stars OF the night were as bright as
A1 Ss ss ssGps
But tho sunshine was more than the clouds
and the fears. d
So the heart of q nstisn ever turns TO the place
Where the star Of its freedom was born;
Each landmark Of old It will love to retrace
OF its life In that glorious morn
Though. unlike the childhood whose sorrows
It's march was begun in the darkness of night
Glad millions to-day their footsteps would
turn
Where the lighthouse OF freedom seems
On the Mount where our hero once stood
AS the pure marble column that shines on the
land. .s% %
Yer, the memories throng like the voice Of a
Still ecn0ing when we awake,
And calling us now from the Mount by the
The pilgrimage homeward 10 make !,
While the monument beckons with its giant
The children to gather from oil the broad
land
From the north, where the pole star hangs
near OVeTneHu, UN.tHst.
From The east where the daylighFa fifst glory
To the IL west west, where it lingering dies !. p
Those voices are calling the children to come
And meet at the shrine OF their ancestral home.
If the Arab rides swift O, or the desert afar
AT the shrine of his prophet to bow;
II the Jew presses on 70 wet with tear 81 "a
The stones Of his temple laid low .ssi
Sure nation of freemen'will rally srouud
| The snOt whara the tnuth fhair iaalar is
found. .r.
Where the trees that he planted still whisper
And the river still murmurs below,
To stir like the echoes of songs that we love
ES me sse for we Sf sr ov
Our Washington lives though he sleeps with
- dead ....- r.
The Oriental, IT'S said, knows only the past,
| The African lives Tor TO day,
The Caucasian. impelled by a broader fore
Ever onward is winning his way
To-day we Will holdI while we hope for to-
And strength for it all from the past we will
borrow. ...-, .-....
Then open the way that the Pilgrims may 20
From the city that dwells by the river
| To the hillside that guards ali left us below
Ofthe dust that is sacred forever
| bO bIOdu tudt m1it1Uub may btuuU
10 shout the old songs OF their dear father
| landlB
The monument watches one end OF the way,
Like sentinel grand and still;
And the trees down the river stand thick In
Like a body.guard round the old hill
While the signals seem flashing from station
And the watchword-"Ails well p'-sounds
afar to the nation.
Bright pathway ofpeace how unlike the road,
The Appia Via OF old,
Where the captive fast bound to the chariot
In the triumph of the Roman bold,
Away ySIDns %ssS'hed with laurels but red with the
ofthe thousands he dragged DER the land OF
L the aood.
o way Of the cross once opened on earth
From the skies to oaivary's Mount:
Blessed highway OF heaven for worlds new
In The blood Of Its lise.giying fountl
Where the cross ever shines as the light OF It's
day.
When In the last CONFLICT our armies drew neai
To the home where the patriot lay.
BY each and by all the red demon Of war
For once was driven away ,,,,
No soldier bis sword 'Gainst hi' brother could
Where The rim in the war cloud was heavens
| bright shield.
And still DER the highway that runs by the
l. river
May that banner OF peace ever shine,
Over . nation of freepien reunited forever,
Like an endless procession in line
TIL all the rough places that furrow the land
Shall be smoothed for path, where the Saviour
shall stand.
Hear the tramp OF the millions on the nation'l
highway
Where la heroes In marble look down,
As witnesses still in their silent array,
OF the birthright oi freedom they won
TIL the footprints oftime shall have vanished
Ill away 'lt't wv
! As the stars that go out in the brightness o
y day. Sc, j. IL, CgTuBBRT.
WAsHisGros, Dec. IS, 1887.